Demonic Pornstar System
Chapter Summary
The collision was thunderous, a crack of metal on metal that echoed across the basin, and the two of them spiraled sideways through the air before the armored figure drove Ash downward and into the rock face fifty meters below. A dozen Association members in standardized combat armor dropped into the basin on controlled mana trajectories, and the monsters they encountered on the way down simply stopped existing. On the cliff face, the armored man stood over Ash with one boot on his back and his ...
Chapter 686: Crumbling Composure Ash could see his face from up close now, see the absolute lack of concern in those eyes, and the absence of fear made the rage burn hotter because it meant Kaiden had expected this too, had planned for this, had- The impact came from the side.
A figure in heavy Association armor slammed into Ash at full speed, catching him around the torso in a tackle that redirected three hundred kilometers per hour of S-tier momentum into a lateral arc.
The collision was thunderous, a crack of metal on metal that echoed across the basin, and the two of them spiraled sideways through the air before the armored figure drove Ash downward and into the rock face fifty meters below.
They hit the stone hard enough to crater it.
More figures descended from above.
A dozen Association members in standardized combat armor dropped into the basin on controlled mana trajectories, and the monsters they encountered on the way down simply stopped existing.
An A-tier Association enforcer put a spear through the Colossus’s nearest eye and the creature screamed in agony for the first time since entering the basin.
Two more enforcers landed among the Slasher pack and began killing with the efficient, mechanical brutality of people who did this professionally and found it boring.
On the cliff face, the armored man stood over Ash with one boot on his back and his gauntlet pressed between Ash’s shoulder blades, pinning the wounded fighter flat against the stone.
"Let me go!
" Ash thrashed under the boot, blood spraying from his mouth with every word.
"Let me up!
I’ll kill that fucker!
He killed her, he killed-" "Combatant.
" The Association member’s voice was flat, professional, and carried the particular authority of a man who had done this exact thing many times before.
"You are being restrained for attempted assault on a fellow competition participant.
Under Article Twelve of the Awakened Combat Regulations, any attack directed at a registered combatant with declared lethal intent during a sanctioned event constitutes a Class One violation.
" Ash’s thrashing stopped for exactly one second.
"What?!
" He twisted under the boot, blood and spit flying.
"This is retaliation!
He started this!
He fired into us!
He killed many of our people!
He-" "Members of Valhalla’s Sinners declared their intent to provide emergency assistance to combatants under monster attack.
" The enforcer recited it like he was reading from a file.
"All offensive abilities deployed from the ridge were directed at monster-dense areas of the basin.
Collateral damage to combatants in a monster-infested combat zone during a declared rescue operation is a regulatory grey area currently under review.
" Ash stared.
"Your attack, however, was aimed directly at Kaiden Grey.
Your declared intent, broadcast live on two separate streams to an audience of over one million viewers, was ’I’ll kill you.
’ That is unambiguous.
" "He set this up!
" Ash screamed.
"The monsters, the trap, all of it!
He lured us into that basin and-" "Allegations of strategic misconduct can be filed through the formal review process.
In the meantime, you are under arrest for attempted murder of a registered combatant in the first degree.
Anything you say from this point forward is being recorded and will be submitted as evidence to the Awakened Judicial Board.
" Ash’s mouth opened.
Nothing came out.
The fight drained from his body in a single visible wave, from his clenched fists to his shattered ribs to the boots that stopped kicking against the stone.
He lay there on the cliff face, pinned and bleeding, surrounded by the efficient sound of Association members cleaning up a mess that had stopped being his problem, and in the silence that followed his own exhaustion, he looked up.
Kaiden Grey stood at the edge of the ridge and looked down at him.
The distance should have made the expression unreadable.
Fifty meters of open air between two men, one on his stomach in the dirt and the other standing with his arms folded against the sky.
Ash saw his eyes anyway.
Cold.
Clinical.
The look of a man running numbers in his head and finding every one of them correct.
There was a cruelty in that gaze built entirely from precision, the calm of someone who had accounted for every variable, including the broken one currently pinned to a rock face by an Association enforcer who had arrived at exactly the right moment.
Because of course he had.
The monsters.
Luna’s bait run.
The stream going dark.
The bombardment from above.
The "rescue operation.
" The Association arriving just in time.
And Ash, stupid, bleeding, grieving Ash, who’d done exactly what Kaiden Grey knew he would do.
Who’d burned his last reserves on a suicidal lunge and screamed his intent to kill on a live broadcast watched by a million people, giving the Association the only clear-cut violation in the entire engagement.
The only person in the basin who’d committed an actual crime was the one who’d been provoked into committing it.
Ash’s head dropped to the stone.
His shoulders shook once.
Then again.
The sound that came out of him was small and broken and belonged to a person ten years younger than the S-tier fighter pinned to the cliff face.
A wet, hitching sob that broke through his ruined ribs and tore something open that had nothing to do with the injuries.
"Mommy...
" he choked into the rock.
Blood and spit pooled beneath his face.
"Mommy, help...
Save me...
" The enforcer looked down at him the way a man looks at a stain on his boot.
He did not remove his foot.
...
Far above, Kaiden Grey watched him understand, and then watched him break, and felt nothing about either.
The stream was still rolling.
A million viewers had just watched Ash cry, and the chat was moving too fast to read.
Kaiden turned away from the edge and looked at his girls, and the pride in his chest was a living thing, warm and sharp.
Then the air behind him changed.
It happened fast.
A pressure wave hit the ridge like a wall, flattening the loose stone and sending pebbles skittering off the edge.
The mana signature that came with it was enormous, a density of power that made Alice’s halo flicker and Bastet’s ears flatten against her skull.
A figure landed on the ridge behind him.
The impact cratered the stone in a perfect circle three meters wide, cracks radiating outward like a spiderweb, and the shockwave that followed bent the air itself, heat distortion rippling outward from a man who had descended from the sky with enough force to reshape the terrain.
Kaiden’s girls went still.
Magnus Ashborn stood behind his son.
His eyes were locked on the back of Kaiden’s head, and the fury in them was beyond anything the basin had produced today.
Beyond Ash’s grief, beyond Chinedu’s outrage, beyond the collective terror of fourteen fighters who’d learned what it meant to be prey.
This was the rage of a man watching a plan he’d spent years building get dismantled on a live broadcast by the one variable he’d never been able to control.
Kaiden turned around.
Father and son looked at each other on the ridge and neither of them smiled.